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about what to do. It was impossible. There was nothing she could do. Rising to her feet, she pulled the blind open and stared out the barred window. The sound of traffic could be heard on a nearby road and she looked out onto the backyards of normal house blocks. Did all the rooms have bars, or had they been put on hers by order of her grandparents? It wasn’t like she’d wanted to keep them imprisoned. She just hadn’t known what else to do.
    Her phone beeped a message and she checked it, groaning. It was from Cooper.
We haven’t heard from you. Are you okay?
She shook her head, surprised he’d managed to go so many hours without texting her. She hoped Kade hadn’t used Ronan’s method of dealing with Cooper and knocked him out.
    She typed in,
I’m fine
. Staring at the words for several minutes didn’t help her think of anything else to say so she sent them.
    Why didn’t you let us know?
    Should she reply or would that encourage him? Although he didn’t really need any encouragement if the past week was anything to go by.
Quit messaging me. I’m busy.
When several minutes passed without another text, she returned her phone to her pocket. Her last text hadn’t been a complete lie. She was busy. Thinking could be classed as being busy, especially when you had as many problems as she did.
    The sound of the door opening had her spinning to face it, fireballs automatically filling her hands. She quickly extinguished them when she saw Dominic, open mouthed, in the doorway. Obviously not the best move. “Did you want something?”
    He continued to stand there, his mouth still open.
    “Dominic?” She took a step forward.
    He took half a step backwards. “Do they know?”
    “Do who know what?”
    “The High Protector. Your grandparents. Do they know you’re a Dragon Mage?”
    As usual her luck was holding up just great. Bad luck that was. “My grandparents do so I guess they’ve told the High Protector.” Why did Dominic have to know about Dragon Mages?
    “Would you have-” he gestured to her hands. “You know. Thrown them at me.”
    She shook her head. “You surprised me.”
    He looked disbelievingly at her. “Most people jump, not attack, when they’re surprised.”
    “Most people haven’t had an assassin after them,” Amber said dryly.
    “An assassin.” He spoke it like it was a good thing. Reverently and with a touch of awe.
    “Yes.” Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned it, but she’d thought it’d bring an end to the questions, not have his eyes light up with excitement and curiosity. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it.”
    “Did they catch him?”
    “Didn’t you understand what I said? Not talking about it. At all.” The last thing she needed was the nightmares to return. She pushed the image of plunging the blazing sword into Paili’s heart from her mind. An image of herself clinging to Queran’s back as she hurled fireballs at his wing tried to creep in to take its place.
    “Yeah, but-”
    “Did you want something?”
    “You weren’t at dinner.” He barely paused for breath before he continued. “Why did you have an assassin after you?”
    “I wasn’t hungry.” She ignored his second question.
    “And the assassin?”
    “What time is breakfast?”
    “Six to six-thirty. After that you miss out. Now about-”
    “Goodnight, Dominic.” She strode forward, grasping the edge of the door.
    He placed his hand on the front of the door so she couldn’t close it. “What happened? With the assassin. Why won’t you talk about it? Did you get hurt?”
    “No. I’m going to sleep now. Move your hand.”
    “Was it something to do with becoming a mage?”
    She started to close the door. Her eyes narrowed when he resisted. “Move your hand. Now.”
    “Why won’t you answer me?”
    She’d had enough. Why did they all have to question her? Feeling the panther prowling inside her, wanting to escape, she let only it’s power trickle through, slamming it back as she slammed